Chapter 11
Later that night, Emma started getting call upon call from the dreaded ‘Private’ number. She put the phone on silent, but found it more disconcerting to notice the screen flashing without any sound. Sula became enamored with the phone vibrating on the coffee table and batted at it with her paws. The calls came at regular intervals for roughly an hour. A familiar feeling descended upon her. By the time she was a few months into her marriage to Greg, she’d become accustomed to the feeling that washed over her and settled—knots of tension in her center that radiated outward, cold anxiety clamping down on her chest making her muscles tight and a weariness that weighed on her.
She knew she shouldn’t have let Trey answer the call the other night. It would infuriate Greg to know that
